Attending ex-girlfriend's wedding, arresting the groom's officer on the spot

His voice was filled with fear, as if he had returned to the night he decided to kill: "I knew that if he called the police, I would not only lose my job, but also go to jail, and I would have to give back all the money I had earned. I was not willing to accept that. On the afternoon of August 22, I called Li Zhiguo and said, 'I have something important to discuss. Let's meet in the corner of the B2 parking lot. I'll give you extra money.' He probably wanted another sum of money, so he agreed."

"What happened after you saw him?" Wang Shuai's voice remained calm as his fingers quickly scribbled on the notepad, not missing a single detail. Zhang Jianjun swallowed hard and continued, "I drove that Camry without license plates to the parking lot beforehand, parked it in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras, and then waited for him in a corner with a cotton rope. When he arrived, he said, 'Either you stop smuggling, or I'll call the police right now,' and even took out his phone to dial. I panicked and rushed at him to grab his phone. When he resisted, my left palm was cut by the utility knife I was carrying—I had taken that knife from the renovation area, intending to use it to cut the packaging rope, but I didn't expect it to come in handy."

His body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with lingering fear: "When he saw the blood, he became even more agitated, shouting 'Murder!' I was afraid someone would hear me, so I used a cotton rope to strangle his neck and pulled back with all my might. He struggled fiercely, kneeing me in the stomach and scratching my arm. I was in so much pain that I pulled even harder until he stopped moving. I squatted down next to him, listening to his heartbeat, and when I realized there was no sound, I knew I had killed someone."

"What did you do with the body and the murder weapon afterward?" Zhang Hui pressed, his eyes fixed on Zhang Jianjun to make sure he wasn't hiding any crucial details. Zhang Jianjun's voice trembled with tears as he continued, "I took off his clothes so no one would recognize him, then dragged the body to a parking space in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras and covered it with withered leaves. Next, I threw his phone, wallet, and utility knife into the ventilation duct, drove away from the parking lot, and hid the cotton rope in the closet of the storage room. The next day, fearing the police would find the car, I drove it to an abandoned parking lot in the suburbs and burned it. I also took Li Wei to an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs and locked him up, afraid he would leak information."

To confirm the details, Wang Shuai asked, "Why did you take off Li Zhiguo's clothes? Why did you choose to dump the body in the corner of B2?" Zhang Jianjun lowered his head, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "I was afraid there were my fingerprints or fibers on his clothes, so taking off his clothes would reduce the evidence; the corner of B2 is a blind spot for surveillance cameras, so it wouldn't be easy to be discovered. I originally thought I could hide it for a while, and once the body decomposed, no one would know who it was. I didn't expect the cleaning staff to find it the next day..." His shoulders slumped, all his previous arrogance gone, leaving only endless regret.

The interrogation lasted four hours. Zhang Jianjun fully confessed to the entire process of planning the smuggling, murdering to cover it up, and disposing of the body: from initially cooperating with Zhang Qiang in smuggling, to trying to silence him after being discovered by Li Zhiguo, to committing the murder out of fear of exposure, and finally destroying evidence and hiding witnesses. Every detail corresponded precisely to the crime scene investigation, forensic examination, and witness testimonies. When Wang Shuai asked him to sign the interrogation record, his hand trembled violently, and the pen tip left crooked marks on the paper, as if he were confessing to his crimes.

As Wang Shuai stepped out of the interrogation room, dawn was breaking, and the morning light streamed through the windows into the corridor, gilding the cold walls with a golden hue. Looking at the interrogation transcript in his hand, Wang Shuai knew that this interrogation had not only revealed the complete truth of the case but also irrefutably proven Zhang Jianjun's crimes. He took out his phone and sent a message to Lu Chuan: "Zhang Jianjun has fully confessed to the entire smuggling and murder process. The chain of evidence is closed. Li Wei is being hidden in an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs; personnel have been dispatched to rescue him." Lu Chuan quickly replied: "Thank you for your hard work. Justice will not be absent."

At the end of the corridor, technicians were organizing and filing Zhang Jianjun's confession along with other evidence. These crimes, once hidden beneath the Haotian Building, had now become witnesses to justice. Wang Shuai recalled the way Li Zhiguo's wife collapsed when her identity was confirmed, and the naked corpse found in the corner of the parking lot. He finally breathed a sigh of relief—this investigation, which had lasted for several days, had finally come to an end with the truth revealed. Zhang Jianjun would eventually pay the price for his crimes and atone for his greed and cruelty under the severe punishment of the law.

At 9:8 AM on August 27th, sunlight streamed through the glass curtain wall of the Haotian Building, casting long shadows at the entrance to the underground parking lot. A convoy of three police cars slowly came to a stop. After the police lights were turned off, two officers helped Zhang Jianjun, who was handcuffed and shackled, out of the car. He was wearing a gray prison uniform from the detention center, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes darted around, never daring to look directly at the familiar building not far away. This place had once been his "territory" where he wielded power, but now it had become a crucial scene proving his murder.

"Identification begins, the entire process will be recorded." Wang Shuai, holding a body camera, stood beside the cordon at the entrance of the underground parking lot, his voice exceptionally clear in the open space. The officer released Zhang Jianjun's restraints, leaving only the handcuffs on, and guided him two meters in front of him. Zhang Jianjun's legs trembled slightly, each step seeming like resistance, yet he had no choice but to be guided by the officer, slowly walking into the parking lot filled with the smell of car exhaust.

"On the evening of August 22nd, you drove your Toyota Camry into the parking lot right here?" Wang Shuai pointed to the surveillance camera at the entrance, the body camera lens closely following Zhang Jianjun's movements. His gaze lingered on the camera for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he answered in a hoarse voice, "Yes... I drove in around 9:8 pm, deliberately avoiding the entrance surveillance cameras, and parked the car in the blind spot of the B2 level, the parking space by the pillar." He raised his hand and pointed to a parking space on the west side of the B2 level, the very spot where the size 44 shoe print and fragments of the Toyota Camry bumper were found during the initial investigation.

The technicians immediately verified the location Zhang Jianjun had identified as the "parking spot," comparing the tire marks on the ground with a ruler: "The tire mark is 215/55 R17, a perfect match for a Toyota Camry. The wear marks around the edge of the mark are consistent with the characteristics of the vehicle Zhang Jianjun was driving, and there are slight scratches on the ground next to the mark, which match the location where the bumper fragment fell." Wang Shuai looked at Zhang Jianjun: "What did you do after you parked? Why did you leave bumper fragments behind?"

Zhang Jianjun's head drooped even lower, his fingers unconsciously fiddling with his handcuffs: "When I parked, I wasn't paying attention, and the right rear bumper hit a pillar next to me, breaking off a small piece. I was in a rush to see Li Zhiguo, so I didn't dare pick it up, thinking I'd deal with it later, but then I forgot..." (End of Chapter)